[The last thing he remembers is running through the halls of his fortress, chasing down the insects who dared to call themselves DigiDestined. Kimeramon's horrible cries echo across the stone. Despite their unearthly sound, they fill Ken's heart with pride.

He really should-- 

The memory ends there, then he's suddenly waking up in bed. At first, he thinks he must be in Tamachi, that the Digital World has somehow rejected him and spat him back out into his bedroom. It would be absurd, of course, for the Digital World to reject its one true god but maybe he hadn't entirely beaten it into submission.

Once his eyes focus and he pulls himself to his feet, he immediately sees that he is still dressed in his Emperor's garb. Not Tamachi, then. Probably still the Digital World.

A piece of paper catches his eye. He snatches it up and reads it. He reads it again. He reads it a third time. No, it still doesn't make sense. A cruise ship? How? Well, there is only one way to find out.

He stalks out the door.

It doesn't take long for him to find the crowd and get swept along. Everything around him certainly looks like a cruise ship. He's never been on a cruise before, granted, but he's seen pictures. 

He feels the droning safety drill pass through one ear and out the other. Why all of this. How? Where is his fortress? His empire?

He doesn't snap back to himself until someone puts a lei around his neck. Startled, he jumps to the side and crashes into the nearest person, whom he immediately snarls at.]

Fool! Why don't you watch where I'm going!?

[It is later, when Ken is exploring, that he stumbles across a lonely hallway with an even lonelier looking grand piano squatting in the center. 

He's slight lad for his age, but he doubts even he would be able to squeeze past it.]

Hey!

[He twists around in place and calls out to anyone close enough to hear.]

Whose piano is this!?

[With his back turned, he doesn't see the piano bare teeth at him.]